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by Steven Kent “JD Vance says he’s doing ‘God’s work— and if that leads to the end times, OK'” Our Veep would not be shocked to see by Steven Urquhart Bell “Hospital ‘used model skeleton’ [to hold] patient’s drip” If I woke up in hospital, I’d think it was the Reaper come Would be my final earthly thought And this one would be in a robe, by Julia Griffin “AI could kill all humans in next decade, warn experts” “AI will help find cure for cancer ‘within our lifetimes’, says… [t]he boss of one of the UK’s biggest chip companies…” AI! We’re cursed! How can it be reversed by Dan Campion “Dark energy debunked? Cosmic acceleration may be an illusion” Cosmologists are not agreed by Stephen Gold “After bringing injured queen Phoebee home in July, Gilly McArthur expected her soon to die, but she’s bumbling on” Gilly found you half alive, Even more beeguiling yet, As beefits a global star, by Marshall Begel “Ukraine Weighs Taxing OnlyFans Porn to Fund Drones and Defense” Twirl your braids for hand grenades. When every eyeful loads a rifle, by Steven Kent “Missouri state legislative candidate accused of trying to plant cocaine on opponent” My manic rival harps on hope Consider who deserves your trust: by John Branning “‘I’m on the ticket’: Trump implores Republicans to vote in November at unusual midterm convention” I pledge allegiance to the Prez; He likes to lie, and cheat, and steal… by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons “Uganda pulling out of Prince Harry’s Invictus Games, says military chief” Uganda’s High However, there’sPoems of the Week
(The) Devil May Care
—The Guardian
The Antichrist is here, that louse.
Alas, the call—and this is key—
Is coming from inside the house.
Picking a Bone
—BBC
Especially at night,
And saw a bony stranger in
The dim, uncertain light,
To usher me away.
He’s left his robe at home because
It’s such a muggy day,
Before I died of fear,
And then another bony gent
Would suddenly appear,
And brandishing a scythe,
And I would say, “But that’s not fair!”
And Death would say, “That’s life.”
Awkward Interaction
—The Guardian
—The Guardian
(While keeping it on course to settle cancer for us first)?
When I Heard the Learn’d Cosmologists
—ScienceDaily
On what the data show:
Perhaps the cosmos blurs with speed,
Perhaps it’s moving slow.
We’d like, but do we really need,
In viewing stars, to know?
Let’s just, while rival experts plead,
Rejoice in starlight’s glow.
Beeyond Beelief
—The Guardian
Beedraggled, far from hearth and hive.
You must have thought, “Death, where’s thy sting?”
But thanks to her, you’ve taken wing.
Your fame has flown across the net.
Phoebee, that’s a big surprise,
I thought nets were for butterflies.
A queen, as well we know you are,
Be beenign towards your savior,
And mind you’re on your best beehavior.
Strip to Equip
—Clash Report
Land a spank to fuel a tank.
Purr and moan to buy a drone.
Shake your buns to purchase guns.
the girl next door can win this war.
The Key? Low Expectations
—The Guardian
(Her sniffling, though, leaves much inferred).
She promised voters more straight dope,
And never spoke a truer word.
She’s proud of Joplin? Hey, I’m prouder!
Once her big campaign goes bust,
I guarantee she’ll take a powder.
All You Can Cheat
—The Guardian
I’ll do whatever that man says.
He says, “You go to hell” if you don’t vote
for him (and that’s a quote).
and that’s just part of his appeal.
It matters not how much he sucks—
he’s giving me five-thousand bucks!
U For Uganda
—BBC
Command won’t stand
For nonsense by
The Sussex brand:
To show respect
For Charles, our guys
Will all defect
Invictus-wise,
Muhoozi K
Decreed by tweet,
To cause dismay
In who’d compete …
Another quote
In which he airs
His glory: GOAT
Commander. It
Appears this chump
Has made his writ
To channel Trump.
So wounded crew
Need have no fear—
He’ll do a U
Before next year!
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